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UNSEEN
@flashfictionfridayofficial , I'm glad you enjoy the drawings! Thank you so much for the prompts every week!
This one is a bit over 400, so on the shorter side for me, but I was pretty busy today and am writing this as half of my brain falls asleep so sorry if some things seem a bit weird.
Warning:Mentions of injuries and coercion
Neither of them spoke as Rose continued to clean the glass in his hand like nothing was wrong. How many times had his cloth polished this surface? Did it matter?
The silent man in front of him kept his eyes fixed on the area just above Rose’s left shoulder which had now become nearly numb with a strange pulsing pain that threatened to steal control of his arm at any moment. A chill swept through the silent inn dinning room as the coins that had been offered remained on the table untouched by either party since the stalemate had begun.
If it hadn’t been for the sound of Rain beating down against the rafters in heavy torrents you could have heard a pin drop. Whatever monstrosity had managed to blow in with the wind. He couldn’t see the creature, he should have been able to, given how loudly it was breathing right next to his ear. He’d taken several side glances though and never once had he been able to catch even a shadow of the nightmare tormenting him.
“I didn’t mean anything by it…”
The man before him finally lowered his head in frustration, the scar around his throat being obstructed for the first time since he’d entered the inn tonight. A pang of some unknown regret passed through Rose as he tried to say something encouraging but quickly stopped himself as a stab of icy pain shot through his shoulder making him flinch.
{You can’t keep things from me puppet}
The voice reverberated through the air, freezing his blood. The thing had spoken in a twisted voice that seemed to be clawing through unwilling lips, dripping with desire. He’d been lusted after by many strange and terrible people, but never had he felt more disgusted as by this voice. It made no attempt to hide its purpose, but even from the brief words Rose could tell that for once he wasn’t the object of interest.
He looked at the familiar stranger with pity as he watched him struggle with something before finally regaining a hold on himself. In no less than a moment, the doomed man before him suddenly straitened with something resembling resolve before resolutely turning and leaving through the door without another word or mention of his purchased drink. As the man walked away, Rose felt the dark presence leave him, and he collapsed to the ground, panting.
